Pharmacy

The two talked to each other, and the door behind them opened.Walking out of the door was the 84-year-old Lama Deren.He hadn't come out of the room for more than three years, and the little lama was very surprised.

"Young people, don't leave in a hurry, someone left something for you here." The old lama turned around and didn't enter the room again, Zhang Qiling followed him into the room.

The old lama's room was dark, only a little trembling candlelight, reflecting the candlelight, Zhang Qiling saw what the old lama said was left to him by others.

It is a scroll, probably because it has been stored for many years, the words on the scroll are not very clear.But you can still see what is written.

The font on the scroll is very delicate, neatly and densely arranged on it.What those words describe are not serious matters, but some records.Here and there, from a mother.

The mother used the most tender words to describe everything about this child, from his birth to learning to walk, and the first time he spoke, every detail was recorded.

Zhang's family has an inherited disease, and they will lose their memory every indefinitely.It's like dying suddenly and being alive again.All the things he experienced in the previous life will disappear completely. The child is still young and doesn't understand anything, so the mother helps him record it.

The mother spent five years with her child, and she recorded everything during these five years.Zhang Qiling looked at these five scrolls for a long time.This feeling, which he had forgotten for a long time, was suddenly awakened by words, but Zhang Qiling didn't know how to face it, a little bit of bitterness filled his heart, but he couldn't even shed tears.

Mother, so this is the mother.

Zhang Qiling wanted to see his mother, no matter what it was, he wanted to see her.So he told his master, but the master didn't take him to see Pema right away.

The old lama left him in the monastery.He assigned a homework to Zhang Qiling, asking him to chisel a stone. As for what it should look like, the master said that the final appearance of this stone is what Zhang Qiling thought in his mind.

Zhang Qiling never seems to know what kind of concept "thinking" is.He is quiet every day, without any desire, wherever he is needed, he will go there; if no one needs him, then he will stay there motionless.

The little lama thought he was like a Buddha.But the master said that the Buddha is the one who exists first and then disappears.What wasn't there from the beginning, was the stone.

Zhang Qiling is not a stone, but a man, a man of flesh and blood, and he has a heart.

But Zhang Qiling still didn't understand, so he sat in the yard and chiseled that stone, every day he chiseled some, but it didn't form a shape.

He can't see that woman like this.As the teacher said the most: "You are like a stone, there is no difference between seeing and not seeing."

Zhang Qiling stayed here for a long time, so long that he couldn't even imagine it.But that woman has stayed longer than him, she has been sleeping here for more than ten years.

Wait, they are all waiting.

There is a young lama in the temple. His daily job is to sweep the yard, and then he watches Zhang Qiling chiseling stones in the middle of the yard.He is very curious, and he is very interested in everything about Zhang Qiling.

But he couldn't ask, he shouldn't have this kind of desire.

So he accompanied Zhang Qiling every day, watching him sit quietly by the stone, digging for a whole afternoon.

The afternoon sun was warm and bright, shining lavishly on the earth, and at the place blocked by that stone, the black shadow showed a faint human figure.It looked like Zhang Qiling once sat on a rock.

That night, the master took Zhang Qiling to the room that had been dusty for ten years.

Since that night when he was five years old, Zhang Qiling has not seen his mother for ten years.This woman named Baima, Zhang Qiling's mother, was lying quietly on the bed at this moment.Her eyes were closed tightly, and there was still a peaceful smile on her face. The woman seemed to be asleep, as if she could get up from the bed in a second and see her grown son.

Zhang Qiling sat by the bed, looking at the woman on the bed, he was a little strange.He couldn't remember what his mother looked like.

He thought he could see his mother alive, but in the past three days, he didn't hear a single voice from her.He just stared at Baima intently, watching her face gradually become bloody, and then turned into desolation again.

Why did Baima never want to grow up with her children and experience the little things of these years, but she had no choice but to use the last bit of her life on the night ten years ago in exchange for the three years later. sky.Because she knew that when she woke up, there must be a child with flesh and blood sitting next to her.

"You have to learn to think and miss. The last gift your mother gave you is the heart that was deceived by those people."

Zhang Qiling picked up the chisel again, and the stone gradually took on a distinct shape.It was a person, his back was arched high, he was crying sobbingly, like Zhang Qiling.

That afternoon, he sat curled up in a ball in the snow.

For three years, the Zhang family gave him three years to go down the mountain to practice. When the three years are up, he will return to that cold family again.

This time Zhang Qiling had his own choice. At the age of 16, he left Jiangcheng and went south.